In the water of the clear fountain
she, completely nude, was bathing
when a gust of northerly wind
carried her clothes to the sky.
From thickness of hair she asked me,
in order to cover her body, to gather
a hundred branches of mimosa
and to interlace them all.
I wanted to cover her shoulders
fully with rose petals
but her breasts were so tiny
that a rose was enough.
I searched again in the vineyard
so she was not half bare
but her hips were so tiny
that a leaf was enough.
Then she, slightly amazed,
stretched out her arms to thank me
and I took her so ardently
that she was undressed again.
The graceful girl enjoyed this play
so she very often bathes again
in the fountain praying to God
for a gust of northerly wind.